Mental health repairs

If I had not snoozed off again after 7am, I would not have had the scary dream. The neighbour's lawn being mowed would not have scared the shit out of me by becoming part of the scary dream.

We've all moved into this hotel, see. Everybody I know. Then they make new keys and suddenly I can't operate the elevator properly or find my way to my room. People in the hotel are out to get me. Then my room becomes a very noisy train carriage with no brakes, belting off into unknown territory. Anxiety hassles much? This is my last day of leave, otherwise known as mental health repair time.
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